The house had already prepared breakfast, and as soon as the two of them entered the courtyard, the maids served it up one after another.Yan Mingting ordered the cook to make some steamed stuffed buns again, and then he sat down to eat, took a few big mouthfuls, and found that Zhao Yelan was looking at the food on the table boredly, and asked, "Why don't you eat?"
"Not hungry." Zhao Yelan had no appetite.
"You said you didn't eat enough." Yan Mingting said, "What did you eat?"
Zhao Yelan glanced at him proudly: "Anyway, it's richer than your table."
"No matter how rich the food is, if diners don't like it, it's a waste." Yan Mingting smiled and continued to eat.
After marching for many years, his appetite has always been good, he eats fast and has a large appetite, and he eats more than half of it without knowing it.
Zhao Yelan was stunned: "You haven't eaten for hundreds of years?"
Yan Mingting chewed quickly, and smiled heartily: "Sometimes the military rations are not enough, and the soldiers are either starving or digging roots of wild vegetables. If there is a little hot food, they want to swallow it immediately, unlike you who are rich and well-dressed." People who eat don’t understand the value of food.”
Zhao Yelan was silent.
"Have you ever been hungry?" Yan Mingting asked.
"How not."
It happened that the steamed stuffed bun was on the table, Zhao Yelan picked up a hot steamed stuffed bun, broke open the filling, the juice flowed out along the thin skin, and the aroma came out, he took a bite and ate slowly.
"When?" Yan Mingting became interested.
"It's none of your business, just eat yours." Zhao Yelan didn't respond to him anymore, and quietly finished eating a bun, and Yan Mingting picked another one for him and put it on the plate.
Zhao Yelan didn't refuse, and finished another one.
"I'll just say that the cooks in our house are good." Yan Mingting raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and then said with pretended regret, "Don't always despise the cook, be careful to chill his heart. I saw it yesterday. He was secretly wiping tears in the kitchen."
"..." Zhao Yelan resisted the urge to hit him, then he was taken aback, and said seriously, "Who is with you?"
"Hey, one family doesn't speak two languages."
"Go away." Zhao Yelan returned to the room expressionlessly, called Gao Tan in, and asked, "What's going on in the mansion these days?"
"Pass what?" Gao Tan scratched his head and recalled, "Pass the flower drum?"
"..."
"It's fun. Butler Tan taught me how to play. It's fun to play with everyone." Gao Tan said with a smile.
"..." Zhao Yelan tapped his head, "I'm talking about news, about me and Yan Mingting, such as... love or something."
"Enai... Oh, I see! Everyone is saying that you and the general are playing adult games, so I went to ask Butler Tan, and he taught me how to play Chuanhuagu." Gao Tan said.
Zhao Yelan: "A game for adults?"
"Ok."
"I see, you go down first."
Since Gao Tan didn't even know about it, then the people in the General's Mansion probably didn't spread the night's incident to the outside world.
Then the emperor knew that there could only be two reasons. One is that the general's mansion had a spy, but the servants of the general's mansion were all old people from many years ago. At that time, Zhao Xuan was just a prince with no power. planning for such a long time.
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Fiksi SejarahAlternate Title : 被迫嫁给煞星将军后 Status : Completed Author : Gu Sanyue ! Machine translation! Novel Summary: Zhao Yelan was born as a criminal s*ave and was rescued by the Third Prince. After years of painstaking efforts to put him on the throne, Zhao Y...